Si No hay nada realmente que decir (musica ñoña)

Between the stacks in the library


Not like anyone stopped to see

We came, they went, our bodies spent

Among the dust and the microfiche



Dark winters wear you down

Up again to see the dawn

In your worn sweatsshirt and your mother's old skirt

It's enough to turn my studies around



Now that you feel, you say it's not real



I never thought I would come of age

Let alone on a moldy page

You put ypur back to the spines

And you said it was fine

If there's nothing really left to say



You're takinf toffee with your vicodin

Something sweet to forget about him

If you go your own way I will go my own way

And we'll never speak of it again


Now that you feel, you say it's not real

Don't check me out!